The Zombies Were Having Fun Since it is the time of year when people start wearing sweaters and thinking about putting the winter quilt on... Read More Put Your Right Foot In. Take Your Right Foot Out. One of the few ways I still amaze my wife after thirty-some years (when I'm not irritating her by doing... Read More Detour! There’s a Muddy Road Ahead, Detour… We interrupt our riveting story of how I learned to put on my pants after my stroke to bring you... Read More If I Only Had a Brain Around 1 or 2 a.m. on July 11, 2010, my wife, Michelle, drove me to the hospital. As it turned... Read More Let Me Tell You How It Will Be (Or At Least How It Was) To explore where I’ve been so I can better decide where to go next, I’ve spent the last day or... Read More I Hurt Easy, I Just Don’t Show It It has been brought to my attention—again—that I expend a lot of energy giving hemophilia a rather rosy, if not... Read More See the Man With the Stage Fright It happened when I was 9 years old, which would make it the summer of 1955 or thereabout. Having been... Read More All I Want for Christmas Is My Two Front Teeth Until I was about 10 or 11, it seems every hemorrhage I had was either my knee, usually the left... Read More Don’t Be Nervous; Don’t Be Flustered; Be Prepared In elementary school, as I continued to grow, I tried new things and I found new ways to bleed. During... Read More It’s My Birthday Too, Yeah Like I said before, we moved to Michigan in 1951, and my brother and I obligingly didn’t bleed for almost... Read More ‘Cause I’m a Wanderer I was born in 1946 in Idaho. My brother was born in 1949 in Oregon. These two facts could give... Read More The First Anniversary Earlier this month, I passed the first anniversary of my stroke. I hope to make that July 11 bleed a... Read More Load More
